When we all gazed at the same supermoon

So we all stood outside last night with upturned faces, looking toward a moon everyone called super. We went twice, once all together and one quick peek before bed.

During the last look, I thought of the people all over the world who have turned their faces toward the supermoon over the past few days. Billions of people, turning their eyes toward one moon.

It looked bigger and brighter than I can ever remember seeing it.

It’s the same moon that hangs over our corner of the earth every night. It appeared larger. More vivid. But still the same moon.



Photo Credit:
Jonathan Cohen/Binghamton University


A friend from years ago posted a picture of the same moon from his town, as it set over his city. Same moon. Different cities. Different people turning their faces toward the moonlit sky. People I’ve never met staring at the same moon as me. People I’ve not seen for years turning their faces toward a sky glowing rose-gold with moonlight.

If you missed the pictures of all the moon views from all over the world, it’s worth your time to take a peek and look at these.

It’s as though all the world for just one moment in time, joined together and watched for the same thing. A supermoon rising over every neighborhood, every nation. A supermoon reflecting the sun’s glory over every inch of this earth. No country left out of its luminous glow. No rooftop left unlit by the marvel of moonbeams.

Maybe the most super part of the supermoon is that we all for one moment focused on something bigger than ourselves. 

It’s not been this close to earth since 1948, they say. Sixty-eight years ago I wasn’t here to turn my face toward the moon and neither were most of the people I love. So the next supermoon will be in 2034. Eighteen years from now, whose faces will still be here to turn our faces toward the moon?

So tonight, we plan to go out to look again, to see if we can still catch sight of a moon looming larger than its usual lunar orb in the sky. It might not be called super any more, but it’s still the same moon as last night, though it doesn’t look the same as the night before.

There’s some truth in a supermoon if you’re listening. Some things that sometimes seem different are actually always the same. Just sometimes we see it a little better.

So like the psalmist, we “consider the heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have ordained.”

Even the placement of the moon is ordained by Him. Appointed by his fingers. The same fingers carving out commandments on stone in a wilderness long ago, has hung every star in our sky.

There’s a band who says it like this:

If you can hold the stars in place,

You can hold my heart the same.

In essence, if we trust his hands to hold the sun, the moon, the stars … we can trust him with our heart. So we lift our heart to the one who holds the stars, the songwriters say. And the one who holds the moon.

When we know the One who made the supermoon, it makes our gazing even more meaningful. I turn my eyes toward the creation and worship the Creator. So this supermoon reminds us of the supernatural. The things that we cannot see that are every bit as real as the things we can.




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